New York Wannabees
Read My Soul
This Certainly Mister Zappa was right - writing about music is like dancing about architecture. This comes to mind even more so when trying to find words for the madness the NEW YORK WANNABES unleash in their songs with minimal instrumentation - just drums, guitar and voice. Inevitably the Blues come to mind, but were not talking about the aberrations your garden variety Clapton fan listens to in his family car on his weekend off. Were talking steamy juke joints in the Mississippi delta, the cradle of rock music, soaked in alcohol and excess. Were talking about the same stuff world class dilettante rockers like THE STOOGES or THE CRAMPS, OBLIVIANS and GORIES carved their truly adventurous and unique musical miniatures from. If you were to draw a line in music history linking all those points, somewhere along that line you would come acoss THE NEW YORK WANNABES. Theirs is an uncompromisingly energetic Blues-drenched noisy rock you cant learn in music school. The kind of music you get to play only when you hand over your soul to the devil - preferably at a desolate crossroads in the middle of nowhere. Heavily recommended!